Blogger's Paradise

I have been reading lots and lots of blogs lately. Which is funny, I've never been much of a blogger or a blog reader or any of that...but I'm addicted. What is it about reading the thoughts of total strangers that I find so intriguing? I feel like some of these people could be my best friends, postulating on life over Margarita Monday...

I do have to wonder, do these people plan their blog posts ahead of time? Like, do they prewrite/draft/revise? Or are they like me, just spewing whatever comes to mind?

Once upon a time, I was one of those writers who could spew whatever (words, mind you, not projectile vomit) but I am so out of practice...I guess I have spent too many months writing two line headlines without clauses! (Right, d.?) So now, after reading the immensely entertaining blogs of my peers and of total strangers, I am ashamed and feel grossly inadequate... But, I digress.

Oh, faithful readers (read: "the small d." because I know you're the only one who actually reads this garbage), what a week it has been. First of all, I started feeling ill on Saturday morning, but still dragged myself up and out for class in the morning, shopping at the mall, and out with friends to O'Shea's that night. For the first time in a loooong time, we found ourselves up until the wee hours of the morning, talking about who-knows-what (really, I have no idea) and I crawled into my bed at oh, 7am. Probably not a good thing considering I had planned to go dress shopping with Mom the next day. I managed to try on one dress that I LOVED in the store, and then looking back at the pictures, realized it was not. quite. it. Of course, this could have been the hangover talking. One fight with Mom and an emotional breakdown later, I vowed to NEVER, EVER go dress shopping (or do anything wedding-related) while hungover. Especially not with Mom. In fact, I'm not sure if dress shopping with Mom is a good idea anyway.... More on that later.

Monday morning. Interview for the most perfect-for-me teaching job. Felt like things went G-R-E-A-T. Principal even introduced me to another teacher as his "replacement", as in, I'm already the replacement. As in, already got the job. But at the end, principal says he'll make a decision by Thursday. Fast forward to today -- Thursday -- and if he's made a decision, he ain't told me yet. Peachy.

Meanwhile, Monday-thru-Thursday, the cold or whatever it was that I had Saturday morning came back with a vengeance. I managed to do lunch with a friend and then Monday Margaritas with the ladies, but since then I have been completely sidelined, a.k.a. drugged and knocked out on the couch... This is just not the time to not have insurance. Or I guess, not the time to be ill, considering the whole rejected-by-individual-insurance issue. Story of my life. Seriously.

Thankfully, things seem better today, at least where illness is concerned. Nevertheless, for good measure, I cancelled the appointment with the potential photographer and spent an extra couple of hours in couch-potato mode. Then, class tonight -- Language Arts Methods. A few of us from Alt Cert, and all of whom BUT me have already been teaching, and the rest are regular MAT kids. When I say kids, I mean most are fresh out of undergrad and are still glowing and glittering with their idealism. "I want to instill in my students a love of reading and writing and..." blah blah blah. Which is all fine and dandy, but good luck finding yourselves jobs -- but oh wait, that difficulty finding a job thing -- apparently that's just me. Nevermind. Carry on.

Yes, I have become quite the cynic. Maybe I should change the title of this blog to "WARNING: My Cynicism May Ruin Your Day." HA.

Sorry kids. Blogger's paradise, eh?

ETA: I just found this song on another one of the blogs that I have been reading...an old school remake, but beautiful just the same...if I could figure out how to make my blog play music....